Patient: “Ya gotta help me! Yesterday I thought I was a wigwam, and today I
think I’m a teepee!”Psychiatrist: “Calm down. You’re just too tents.”

After several years of treatments, Mr. Kravitz decided his psychiatrist wasn’t doing him a bit of good: he was broke now, whereas before he’d only been cracked.

The psychiatrist closed the folder and stared at the patient on the other side
of the room.
“Yes, Mr. Patinson, I’m pleased to pronounce you one hundred percent cured.”
Mr. Patinson sighed, “Gee, that’s jus great.”
“I don’t understand. Aren’t you happy?”
“Why should I be,” Mr. Patinson shot back. “A year ago I was Genghis Khan. Now I’m nobody.”

Bored with his life, the psychiatrist went back to school and became a proctologist. He’s content now, dealing with odds and ends.